Street food smells waft deliciously through the cool night air. My wife, almost skipping, pulls me along like an excited girl released from her paren...ts' bonds.A dark side street woos us with party sounds and more crowds of stylish young people. The perfume of a passing goddess adds energy to my steps. A velvet rope holds back a crowd of anxious patrons, but not my wife. She is not familiar with waiting to enter a club, and tonight is no exception. I notice a few irritated expressions, but. Because of ' them'.I assume by 'them' you mean the girls.Who the fuck else would I mean?I've been letting the Congress push me around because of the girls?Yup.I don't... Just think about it, would you? And it hasn't been just the politicians boy-o, its every-fuckin'-body.So I thought about it; all the way out of Washington, over the Potomac to McLean where I picked up a metallic briefcase along with the five hundred thousand dollars I'd requested from the Black Ops slush fund which the Director. I poured out some cereal and tucked it whilst Jenny enquired after the children."They're still flat out, thank God. I'm enjoying the peace and quiet while it lasts," Sarah confessed."Your husband?" We won't see Phil until later if he's been drinking. I wish I had the courage to wear that."Jenny's gown had slightly parted and her transparent nighty was on full display."I think it was Vanessa's," she revealed, surprising Sarah even more."She didn't wear it for me," I admitted ruefully."I didn't. Their first two meeting had been chaste evenings …dinner at two of the finer restaurants in town…Jen could see the lust in his eyes but soon realized he didn’t really know how to even broach the subject of sex…with a woman. He was a widower who lost his wife over a year ago…not really a player. After their second dinner and his awkwardness when he walked her to her car…she decided to take control. She called and invited him for coffee. While they shared coffee…she outlined the simple framework.